Private Business [Private]

[Epoch]

 

 

Name:

Caspar Rhose

Age:

24

Occupation:

He works in HR for a big, bustling company

Sexuality:

Gay, but if he has to flirt with a woman to get what he wants, he will

 

 

 

Caspar glanced around the busy club, trying to find his next one night stand. Through all the alcohol he vaguely remembered that a few minutes ago, or maybe a few hours ago, Amy, the friend he had came here with, had gone home with some random guy who Cas figured she was only attracted to as a result of her rather large consumption of alcohol and his rather large wallet. And if she was going to have one hell of a hangover, walk-of-shame story to tell, then he needed one that was even better to combat it the next morning at work when they both sat in the break room with copious amounts of fast food and advil.

 

He caught a glance of his newest victi--er...'partner', a man who seemed much more dominant than the typical bitch Caspar fucked for one night and kicked out in the morning. He pushed through the crowd to get to him, realizing as he got closer who the man was. He had sat down in meetings and listened to him talk several times...this was his boss, the CEO of his company. And here Cas was, walking up to him and getting ready to fuck his brains out.

 

With that in mind he smiled as he walked up, fairly certain the man wouldn't be able to recognize him. Even if he remembered the face or voice from the meetings, he probably would be too drunk to process that it was his coworker he was talking to.

 

"Hiii" he practically purred, his voice dragging slightly due to his drunkenness. For now, he'd play the flirty sub...it was slightly humiliating, but he knew it would be worth it when he had his boss tied down to a bed and begging.

[gin]

 

MAKOTO KIRISHIMA [ 桐嶋 誠 ] [26]

 

Righteous yet wicked; daunting yet alluring.

Makoto Kirishima was born and raised with the sheer notion that no one has ever disobeyed him. Being the C.E.O of Kirishima Pharmaceuticals, Makoto lived the life of a heartless and domineering man. He sticks with the belief of using people towards their extent and discarding those useless ones.

 

• ESTJ "The Executive"
  
  
• August 20, XXXX
  
  
• likes nothing in particular

 

 

Lucid. Kirishima was barely holding back the ounce of rationality with him after he'd spent copious amount of drinking gin tonic like a water. To say that he was out of his element was a total understatement. He knew he hated being out of control yet in certain ways his pent-up stress leads him to this godforsaken bar.

 

Sitting in the VIP section with no plan of mingling with the night people, cold hazel orbs surveyed the place with little to none interest. His eyes traveled to the people who were gyrating at each other, eating each other's faces then to the rest who's still talking loudly despite the loud sound that reverberated the bar.

 

What was becoming of him? A corporate socialite who ended up on a bar just because he's bored? Surely that's a little basic for someone like Makoto Kirishima.

 

He's not the type of person to mingle with people, at all, their cheap cologne nauseated him and those gold-diggers surely couldn't get enough of him. He'd rather stay alone than to let himself mingle with those disgusting humans. With all of the glass neatly piled on his table, his eyes caught sudden movement.

 

A minx was sashaying towards him with full-blown confidence. Eyes that held playfulness with an innocence rivaling of a beautiful flower. He's probably screwed in the head for thinking that a man was looking ethereal. Then again, he's on a brink of getting wasted why not enjoy the remaining moments of it? Still of all people, the one who'd caught his attention was just a guy, if he wasn't drunk he'd probably ignore the other guy. Clearly, he's in the mood for 'crazy' at the moment.

 

One night stands were not really the thing he's usually degrading himself down to but with the flower right in front of him, he's willing to take the exception.

 

He'd just be gone after ravaging him anyways. With the occasional greeting from the latter, his arms found a devious way to snake at the other's body, pulling him towards the couch.

 

"H--how about you and me. Let's fuck, yes?"

Despite being incoherent, thanks to the liquor, Makoto had managed to send his utmost interest to the guy.

 

His eyes were adamant, as if he's trying to ravage the guy with his fuck-eyes. It was a male but Makoto hell cared. In the end, just like the rest, after he's done---that minx would totally be worthless.

[Epoch]

Caspar grinned, grabbing onto the color of his boss and pulling him down for a short kiss before he began to lead him out. “We’ll need a taxi” he murmured mainly to himself, pretending effortlessly that he had no idea that the man before him was a rich, elite businessman. All he was supposed to know at this point was that Kirishima had been in the VIP section, meaning he was either rich or had saved up from a few paychecks and was splurging tonight. So Caspar, as a random boy in a club who certainly didn’t know this man, had to figure Makoto hadn’t been driven here in a fancy limo. And anyways, perhaps he had wanted to keep this outing a secret from even his limousine driver.

 

As tacky as Cas was willing to get to have sex, fucking on the couch in a club would have been a new low for him. Besides, the couch at the club didn’t have handcuffs and ropes like he had under his bed at home. So instead he found himself standing on his toes, trying to wave down a taxi.

 

“I’m Cas. You’re cute. I’m cute too” he let himself get distracted for a moment, giggling drunkenly and nipping at the man’s collarbone before almost reluctantly turning back to his search for a taxi.

 

Maybe Kirishima truly hadn’t brought a limo here...he supposed that it was a possibility that even if he had, he would enjoy playing an only slightly richer than usual person and not admit to it.

 

After several more minutes of drunkenly waving his hand out, ‘accidentally’ wiggling his ass occasionally when he did so, a cab began to pull up, though admittedly it was driving rather slowly. Likely due to all the intoxicated drivers staggering out of the bar and into their cars, unaware of the police cars that awaited them just around the corner if they took the main road.

 

He glanced up at the man as he waited for the cab to pull up, fake melting at his gaze. Oh, this one was going to be so much fun... perhaps if Kirishima was a good fuck, he’d start having him come back regularly. If not, he’d use the pictures he’d take of the two together to get a few sports cars and an extremely early retirement and then stop bothering the man for a while.

 

It was going to be interesting to see how long it would take to turn the typically controlling, dominant boss into a writhing, moaning mess. Perhaps he had a submissive side hidden somewhere inside him. Or perhaps he needed one forced in.

[gin]

Taunting devil, Kirishima taught as the latter guy's kiss made sudden jolt down his southern region. It it pitiful, he knew, but it's been a long time since he'd consummated with someone. Blame all the joint ventures and that work of his for not getting a woman to warm his bed.

 

It was never really Kirishima's intention to pick up someone in a bar. All he'd planned was drink like a sailor and just splurge all his worries between his stocks and the rest of the management down to the liquors. He sure wasn't thinking straight judging by the way his body swayed as he stood immediately.

 

He reckon, that some might recognize him if he'd pass through the main door. So with the intention of not catching anyone's attention, the both of them ventured the back door leading to the southern streets. Too afraid that someone might caught glance at him while he's hugging a prostitute, a male one at that would cause uproar.

 

--

Cas? was the his fucking night name?

He surmised.

 

"Makoto."

his baritone voice laced with alcohol was a sign the he should go back to his own penthouse and cool the fuck down.

 

This guy was a total stranger and to think that he was so careful choosing with his acquaintances. He didn't even know he had that kind of 'stupid' inside him. Makoto haphazardly pulled his hood as he tried to refocus his gaze to the pathway.

 

Though wearing a suit religiously was his usual set of clothes, he had just settled with a hood and a jeans for such suburban bar. Cheap clothes for cheap establishments he thought. He didn't need to mark his territory at some place which deems unprofitable to him anyways.

 

He catch a glimpsed of the white Strada he'd borrowed from his secretary. Sure he wasn't suicidal, he have no capacity of driving the vehicle so he left the latter to his own devices, letting him led the way. Kirishima was glad, with that much of alcohol in his system, conversing with the other guy was the least of his problem.

 

With one grasp of his heavy head, his eyes completely shut for the moment when he opens it all he saw were swirling background. This was dangerous, Kirishima knew yet he was completely numb and felt like his legs were half moving, half dragging.

 

"Where are w-we going?"

His voice rasped as his eyes leveled at the latter guy that stood the same height as his.

 

Though his mind might be sending signals, his eyes were freely roaming at Cas' bottom. He's surely coping a feel or two since he'd already a raging hard-on.

[Epoch]

Caspar allowed the man to look at his ass for now. If getting his dick up his boss’ ass meant pretending it was going to be the other way around for a while, then so be it. He could play the bottom for long enough to get them into the bedroom. Cas had a feeling that Makoto would be relatively easy to break... most of the tough guys did have some secret submissive side to them, some desire to submit and just give in and be controlled. He supposed it made things different and possibly even easier than their normal lives, surrendering control completely to another person. Of course, he wouldn’t know from personal experience--he had been a dom ever since he had started going to BDSM clubs and finding his interests, but business-wise he had never been in a position of high power. That was all about to change, though. Soon he would have all the power he wanted, both in his business and personal life.

 

“Back to my house” he practically purred in response to the question as the taxicab finally pulled in. He slid himself in, tugging at the edge of the man’s sweatshirt. It wasn’t hard enough that he would have actually been able to drag the man into the car...he couldn’t risk showing his strength yet. But it was enough to make him look like a needy, horny sub. And that was what he needed his newest toy to believe, at least until they got into the house. Then he could tie him up and show him how it felt to be at the mercy of another man. And afterwards, he would ‘accidentally’ let a few pictures of their time together find their way into the man’s text messages or email inbox. And then Caspar Rhose, owner of a small apartment in the bad side of town, would own Makoto Kirishima, rich business superstar who, at twenty six, had already made more money than the average worker made in a lifetime.

 

Once they were settled in the cab he moved suddenly so he was straddling Kirishima’s waist, kissing the rich man impatiently. Despite his lack of patience, though, he made a point of still acting submissive. He would be the desperate, horny sub his newest plaything seemed to desire. He didn’t think twice about the taxi driver--he wasn’t likely to ever meet the man again and even if he did, he wasn’t the slightest bit ashamed of himself. He had worked hard for this, and he damn well deserved a few pay raises and some hot sex. And even if he didn’t, he would get it anyways.

[gin]

This little devil probably had his priorities down on a list. Kirishima had a certain gut feeling about this but this time around he'd never really paid attention to it. Despite deluded with all the Alcohol, Kirishima's hazel orbs bounced back at the white-haired minx. His eyes trailed to the road as if trying to memorize the path but it wasn't put into good use since his head was way-too-heavy.

 

The latter said that they were heading for his house yet Kirishima felt like he's heading to his death row, a very hot death row. His palms slowly caressing the other guy as he'd tried to shove the bangs away from his head. Transfixed with the greenest orbs of Cas, he then gave into pleasure.

 

Hot trail kisses were sent into his collarbone as he felt the other man sitting atop of him inside the vehicle. Kirishima wanted to plead for a break as he saw the driver kept glancing at the rear-view mirror. But his pleas were futile as the little devil kissed him with a passion enough to lit all his horniness into a storm of hardcore making out. Once Cas lips pressed onto his, Kirishima grabbed the latter's head roughly and deepened their kiss, forcibly making an entrance for his tongue to explore the latter's crevices.

 

It wasn't sweet, as people usually say nor stupid high school students described. It was ravenous and full of thirst as Kirishima tasted tobacco and mint submerging with all the steamy make out session that they're at it. Pinning Cas' tongue into submission, it didn't stir well that someone would lead him into doing such basic things. Call him a control freak or whatever, Kirishima had never been downright submissive even in his wildest dreams. And there will be nothing to change his domineering ways.

 

Lascivious way of kissing and the cab stopped in a halt. With drowsy and horny state it was unbelievable that Kirishima managed to grab a money to pay the cab driver. Stumbling once getting outside the cab, he slowly grabbed Cas shoulder and forced his way towards the other man with such hungry kiss. Kirishima was like a lion, untamable, rough, angry.

 

Beastly.

 

His arms hung at Cas' shoulders as he leaned half his weight to the other guy. Cas was looking so docile that he couldn't help but devouring him with another kisses. As the latter's moan, Kirishima's arousal state had gone to the extent that he's willing to fuck the life out of the guy even if they're in the pavement. Call it a drunk thinking but his secretary always warns him that he's not a good drunk.

 

He'll be damned, he should've paid attention to his secretary's concern.

[Epoch]

Cas smiled when he finally pulled away from the intense makeout session in front of his house. As new and fun as it would be to fuck on his front lawn, it would ruin the entire point. He was doing this so he could gain power. He needed something to dangle over the man, and he couldn’t exactly threaten to share what was already shared with the entire neighborhood and would have probably been posted to social media within minutes.

 

He grabbed Kirishima’s hand, leading him into the house. It was a modest place, but Caspar didn’t think much of its small size. He lived alone, after all. He had no particular need for anything fancier or larger, and he certainly wasn’t going to spend his own money on something pointless like a few extra or bigger rooms. Not that he really had the money to make those financial decisions, anyways. Perhaps soon, though, he’d decide he wanted a nice little apartment on the good side of town. He was sure with a few strategically placed pictures, he would be able to convince his boss that it truly would be to his benefit if he paid for it.

 

“My room is upstairs” he said breathily, still playing his role of a submissive little flirt who wanted nothing more than to have Kirishima inside him. He needed to get the man into the bedroom...then he could tie him up and explain to him how things were going to go tonight. And then he could fuck him until the dominant, rich businessman was nothing but a whimpering, incoherent, begging mess. And of course, he would be taping their entire night together on his phone as well as on the several well hidden cameras about the room. He had planned for something like this to happen...he had thought he might meet a handsome businessman tonight, but he hadn’t expected it to be his own boss. It was like a dream come true...for Cas, at least.

 

He locked the door behind him, pushing Makoto onto the bed in what he disguised as the desire for another heated pre-fuck makeout session. He let said session for several minutes before he grabbed something behind him, using the ropes to quickly bind Kirishima’s wrists together. He flipped over suddenly so he was straddling the man, forcing him to stay down on the bed.

 

“I assume you realize by now how absolutely fucked you over you are. I can tell you’re used to being the dominant one, but that’s going to change tonight” he grinned, waiting patiently on his boss’ response.

[gin]

“I assume you realize by now how absolutely fucked you over you are. I can tell you’re used to being the dominant one, but that’s going to change tonight” he grinned, waiting patiently on his boss’ response.

 

----Fucked!? Wait what is he doing?

He stared at Cas mouth agape.

 

The certain cloud that crowded his intuition had finally disappeared as he had an epiphany what Cas' intentions were. His eyes darting all over the room then back at his now bounded hands, a sly grin slowly appeared in his face. If the white-haired man thought that he was going down easily then he's all wrong.

 

"You little fucker."

Kirishima seethed as he throw his left leg harshly for a hit on Cas' abdomen

 

His horniness drowned into nothingness as his hazel orbs were fused with such malice. After the action, he didn't took his sweet time and stood up to gain momentum for another attack. But who was he kidding as he staggered at the nearest wall. When the world's spinning and all blurry, his decent martial arts prowess was certainly out of the commission. Both hands clasping his head, he tried to swim away from all the dizziness to escape the place he was entrapped to.

 

He couldn't help but laugh at his own stupidity for ending up with someone with some freaky shite going through his head. Kirishima Makoto, the cunning and cold CEO of Kirishima Pharmaceuticals was deceive by someone. If all of this would pass by, his secretary would surely laugh at him behind his back while throwing the 'i told you so' phrase while at it. Was he this easy to fool!?

 

Of course he wasn't, it's just that the alcohol did a good number in him to make strident decisions. Of all the times he'd be duped was the only time he's at a bar, outside his prison cell of a life. Certainly, this is God's way of saying that he's in for a ride of a bad luck.

 

Yet thinking straight was the last thing on his list as his body slumped at the hard ground. His eyes never left Cas' in case the latter would do something weird towards him. With all the ounce of rationality left, if there was, his bounded hands traveled at his left jean pocket where his cellphone was on stand-by. Fishing out the device, he immediately slid it to unlock and speed dialled 911.

 

[Epoch]

Caspar doubled over temporarily when Kirishima kicked him, sitting on his bed for several moments before he stood, watching the man who likely would have killed him and buried his body in a ditch had he been able to think clearly enough to do so. Thank god for alcohol--the situation would have been much worse if Makoto had been sober enough to get in more than one painful, but not permanently harmful or mutilating, hit.

 

He frowned as he saw the man dialing up numbers on his phone...that just wouldn’t do. Who other than the police would he be calling late at night when he was in a stranger’s home? He certainly didn’t need the police showing up at his house and wondering why he had a man tied up against his will in his room. Cas was good at talking his way out of bad situations, but he was fairly sure that wouldn’t help him if he was in a jail cell.

 

He moved quickly, grabbing the phone from his boss’ hands and hanging it up. “Would you really like to call the cops? And have them show up to see you tied up and drunk before another man? Do you truly think they won’t recognize you?” He asked. He had been planning on pretending he hadn’t been able to identify Kirishima as the Kirishima, the one who made upwards of a million dollars in profits every year, but it seemed to be making itself necessary. “And do you truly think that by the time they would have gotten here, I wouldn’t have let several pictures of you tied up find their way all over the internet, including your precious company website” he threatened with a grin.

 

“Now be quiet” he demanded, shoving a shirt into the man’s mouth as a makeshift gag as he called the police back.

 

“Hello...yes...I’m watching my niece...she dialed 911 on my phone...no, there’s no emergency...have a nice night” he didn’t bother making his part of the phone conversation quiet, hanging up and taking the makeshift gag out when he was done the call.

 

“Still want to be a little bitch?” He asked sarcastically, grabbing more rope to tie Kirishima’s legs.

[gin]

He'd just wanted to cut some slack yet why did he ended up bounded at some cramped apartment room. With little amount of energy left, mainly because of alcohol, the cellphone was grabbed by Cas. His gripped loosened easily with no ounce of fighting back.

 

Muffled by his own will to protests, Kirishima stared at the man in the spangly room. The visage of his real identity was clear to Kirishima's hazel eyes. It was the mere notion of how this person can lie effortlessly despite the situation that they're into. Had he known everything would go spiraling like this, he should've avoided any bars at all costs.

 

"...."

 

Again stupid decisions, he should've called his secretary instead of the police. His secretary would definitely notice something was wrong since he rarely calls the latter.

 

He's usually left to his own devices when he's casually strolling around the city with normal clothes on, that's why he'd didn't let his SP's guard him. Plus, he'd known martial arts yet this arts of his wasn't really helpful at all, being drunk as a skunk. If he'd been that drunk he could've escaped the apartment easily. Then there's that 'if', and it's a slim chance, that he obviously knew. He was just buying time, he scoffed at the thought, it was laughable at its own accord.

 

With nothing left to do, all Kirishima did was stare stealthily at the white-hair guy. Had he got no morals, ravishing a normal person!? Kirishima almost laughed at his own idea, he was no normal person and he'd bet the guy didn't even knew what he was.

 

“Still want to be a little bitch?”

 

"Do I get bonus points if I act like I give a fuck?"

His glare could turn Japan into Antartica.

 

What had he gotten himself into!?

[Epoch]

Cas all but hissed at the response he got, though he supposed it was to be expected. After all, he would probably be angry too if he had been tricked into coming back to a cute boy’s house only to end up tied up against his will with said boy threatening him.

 

...Angry and slightly aroused. He grabbed some more rope, using it to tie Kirishima’s legs together. “Would you like me to drag you over to the bed, or would you rather just continue here?” He teased. If looks could kill he’d be a pile of ashes on the floor, but he returned the rich businessman’s glare with a smug grin. He was really rather pleased with himself--he had frankly expected much more to go wrong when he had decided to bring home his boss. And he had certainly expected Kirishima to be a lot more skeptical from the beginning than he had been. Had he not heard of Caspar’s reputation at the bar for bringing home cocky tops and turning them into submissive bitches? And if he had, had he thought perhaps it wasn’t true?

 

He sat so he was straddling the man sitting on the floor, facing Makoto with his legs on either side of said man’s hips and moving his hips down slightly, trying to see if his boss was still hard and if not, how easily he could get hard again. He didn’t care much whether or not Kirishima came tonight, and would probably decide to allow it if he fixed his behavior slightly, but at the very least he wanted him to be hard and horny. It would make for significantly more interesting photos.

 

The thought reminding him, he took out his phone and snapped several pictures of his boss with his arms tied, taking a few as well from a higher angle of them together. He had the hidden cameras as well, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to have a few good blackmail pictures on his phone in case he needed to send a threatening text.

[gin]

“Would you like me to drag you over to the bed, or would you rather just continue here?”

 

"Surprise me."

He said in monotone.

 

He was really playing fire with fire but being too agitated in this situation would just feed the ego of the latter. Knowing that Cas' was probably the type of person who gets what he wants, Kirishima wasn't surprised when people like him are too focused in their jobs of ruining hopeless maidens or boys at his mercy. He'd better pull his drunk self together or else he'd be so screwed.

 

Though Kirishima knew what predicament has he involved himself into, he couldn't help his raging boner that was still remnants of the eons ago make out session. Sure this was stupid enough getting hard-on and such, he didn't deemed himself masochistic nor borderline sadistic even. Sure he was domineering in office work but whatever kinks that lies beyond the world of sex, he hasn't really got the luxury of time to divulge all of it.

 

For a rich guy like Kirishima, he could seriously pay high-end prostitutes to pleasure him every night but he'd just settled himself with working. It was even frightening that he'd follow a stranger to his apartment. Sure physical appearance is such a scary thing. It's not that bad, he thought. His thoughts were drifting from the situation he'd befallen into. What would you expect for a drunk guy? He couldn't even think straight for pete's sake.

 

As he noticed the other guy tying his legs to suppress any commotion, God knows what shade of gray Cas' was doing with him. He didn't even had gotten an experience of doing BDSM.

 

His thoughts jarred at the mere sight of Cas, he sure wanted to kick the guy yet in some little parts he wanted to have his wicked ways with him. He so could bang himself at all these contrasting thoughts swimming inside his head. Couldn't take the monstrosity of his head getting heavy and his gaze spinning, Kirishima slid at the wall. With his bounded arms and legs, he managed to lie down. His eyes shutting as Alcohol kept him drowsy, angry and horny at the same time.